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My neighborhood is diverse. Black
families live in the first two houses to my south, followed by a Lebanese
family. Northwest and across the street lives a highly observant Muslim family.
A Greek family lives across the street to my southwest. Around the corner live
several Indian families. I like where I live. It reminds me, daily, that the
world is a big place. It reminds me, daily, that we all need to get along. It
reminds me, daily, that I need to remember that every culture has a different
worldview. It reminds me that we all love our children, want the best for our
families, and that ‘your way’ is not the only right way.
The local high school takes pride
in their diversity. The main entrance is lined with national flags. There is a
flag for every nation represented in the school. When my son graduated in 2012, there were 8o flags hanging in the hallway.
I walked those halls one day back then. It was a reminder that we need to teach our kids to see color. Just as
every family loves their children, but rears them differently, every culture
brings something different to the neighborhood B-B-Q. To raise colorblind kids
is to deny them the opportunity to take a bite from the world’s great buffet
table.
Sikh or Hindu, Jew or Muslim,
Christian or Shinto, black or white or LatinX – don’t raise your kid to ignore the
differences, because you can’t. Raise them to look past those differences.
Raise your kid to revel in the differences, to take a page from someone else’s
book, to have pride in one’s own roots whilst having the courage to explore another’s
background. Raise your kid to see the differences, embrace and respect them,
and at the same time, see what makes us all human.
I don’t want a colorblind society.
I want us to see the colors.
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